Some of the most popular hindi songs for 2011 were "Teri Meri Prem Kahani" by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, "Ooh Manhunter La" by Bappi Lahiri, "Laung Da Lashkara" by Mahalakshmi Iyer and "Sadda Haq" by A.R. Rahman (Funfact: He won an Oscar for Jai Ho). But honestly talking,

there are plenty of other must-hear Hindi musicians besides these that have been mentioned, which are not however highlighted in TV serials in films. There are certainly a much more to comprehend about Indian tunes with seven kinds of folk audio styles and of course hiphop, dance, steel and raga steel interpretations.

I spent my youth playing a lot of radio reveals, as did many pre-boomers. About dinnertime there was "Captain Midnight" and "Jack Armstrong the all-American Boy," plus many other experience collection through the early evening. About ten o'clock the comedies like "Fibber Magee & Molly" and "The Living of Reilly" came on. At nine were the dramas including the "Lux Radio Theater." And, there were terrifying programs also; every time I hear a squeaking door nowadays, I think of the opening of "Inter Sanctum."

The only real time I didn't like radio was when I was sick and couldn't head to school; those syrupy soap operas were the only points on through the weekdays. Saturday mornings had plenty of great programs, which I heard till it was time to go start to see the dual function matinee at the local film house. Sunday afternoons and days were also a good times for radio.

There have been programs the family listened to, but the people I loved many were those I seen in my own room on the previous Crosley radio. It sat on the nightstand next to my sleep and looked like a toaster with buttons compared to the huge, timber grained Philco system downstairs. Without disruptions,

these programs performed clearly in the cinema of my mind. Yes, I just can use my Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai Today Episode imagination to imagine scenarios which were larger than life, go places at one other conclusion of the earth, and knowledge activities therefore actual that the hairs on the trunk of my throat stood right up.

The escape was interesting, but there clearly was an amount to pay. To be the first baby on my block to really have a secret decoder or the Lone Ranger's gold bullet band with a hidden meaning area, I had to send fifty cents and two or more package covers from the cereal manufacturers sponsoring the reveals to a particular Article Office Field, and then wait. I labored down the cash doing jobs at home, but the family ate old Cheerios and Wheaties for quite a while - far longer than it needed to have my magical toy from some remote area like Struggle Creek, Michigan.